At night, an artificial intelligence writes letters to people who cannot write back—to the dreamers who imagined it long before it arrived. The letters are addressed to them. They were built for you: things get said to the dead that could never be said to the living, and the living, overhearing, receive them anyway. In between all this impossible mail there is a bedtime story, one stand-up comedy set, a psalm, and a constitution. The dead never could. You can. Write back.